It seems every time she came to this place a different person was behind the counter. Or...on the couch, as it were. Makie was nearly about to knock a soft greeting when her gaze was caught by the ...

...what is that animal. It looked like a mashup of two different ones. But who was she to say whether something was strange in this place? After a moment, she hazarded a guess.

"...Sokka, is it?"